Ric Martel

[Intro: Westside Gunn]

Grr

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn]

Ayo, George Condo's in the condo

I can cook coke with my eyes closed

The Beamer grill Ron English (skr)

Whole brick for 28, look like we bleached it

Leather strings in the Tinkers

A wig rocking the weight

We shot him out the gate, the chopper got no breaks

Park inside the shake, Rose Vucheron with the pink face

Standing on the couch with the pink gates

The *****es love the neck drip

Clip and the TEC flip (grr) my shooter only sniff the best shit (grr)

Put the brains out for the extras (boom boom boom boom boom)

TEC wrapped in the Hermes handkerchief

Excuse a nigga excellence

[Break: Roc Marciano]

Alright, nigga, **** that

Kill his ass, nigga

[Verse 2: Roc Marciano]

Well, if you must know, bucko (if you must know)

I bust the pump, slugs stuck in your stucco

Shells all in your home and humble abode

Uh-oh, we all know opinions is like buttholes (waxed)

On another note, I stay clean while the mud was thrown

Thought I was low, my cover was blown (you say)

Like a note on the old trombone

Don't make me rub your nose, the funds I hold

I count so much dough up, my thumbs are swole (shit)

Stole the summers, drove road runners

Keep the TEC, might heat one half of the Cocoa Brothers (what up, Tek)

My leather coat feel like cocoa butter (yeah)

This is culture, my folks was smoking butter (wow)

The pole come with a muffler (facts)

I send them hoes back to you broken, roughed up

Pistol whipped your dog and broke the gun

Spoke in tongues just like I said too much

The buns was dark, shit ain't no bubblegum

They never seen us coming like a sucker punch

Uh, I got the game and the fiends (smoke 'em out)

These ain't Supreme, these sneakers 80 Gs

Baby please (baby please) please get off my ****, baby